Sweet Poppy, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 12, 2021 at 3:25 pm

by Joe Dornish

The next morning after breakfast, Mum, Lilly and I  went for a walk in the fields and woods near our home. The leaves were dropping off the trees, and Lilly and I had great fun kicking and throwing them at each other. Even Mum joined in. When we got back, Lilly beat me to the remote control and her program on the telly. I soon got bored and went into the kitchen to see what Mum was doing.

She’d put a roast chicken in the oven and was sitting at the table with coffee and a book. She had her legs crossed and her knee-length black skirt had ridden up to show her thigh. The sight of her bare leg made my kitty tingle. I squeezed my thighs together to try to make it go away, but that just made it worse.

I was losing the battle against the urge to masturbate, and was about to go upstairs when I had another idea. I used to play a game where I’d hide under the table and Mum would pretend I wasn’t there while I played games around her feet.

“Mum,” I told her, “I’m going into my secret den. I’m not here, okay?”

“Okay sweetie,” she said without looking up from her book.

I got under the table and looked at Mum’s crossed legs. She wasn’t wearing any tights or stockings, just her fancy leather flip-flops that she wears around the house like slippers. When I peeked underneath her skirt, I could see her whole leg up to her bum. That made me tingle even more!

I hadn’t played this game since I was little, but I remembered that there was a ‘no tickling’ rule. Mum doesn’t like being tickled too much, she says it makes her want to pee. There wasn’t any rule about no touching, though, and I found myself wondering what would happen if I touched Mum without being tickly about it. The idea got me so excited that I just had to give it a try.

I reached out to touch her leg, and she didn’t move. Feeling braver, I ran my hand up and down her shin. This time Mum did move — she uncrossed her legs, keeping them slightly apart, just enough for me to see her light blue knickers. They were lace and see-through, so her landing strip and the contours of her pussy were clearly visible through the thin fabric.

I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged down the zip, then slipped a hand inside my knickers. I made a mental note to wear a skirt the next time I did something like this. I was already wet by the time my fingers slid over my hairless mound. Then Mum did something that shocked me: she lifted her skirt higher up, almost up to her waist.

Did she want me to look? Just the thought of her doing that deliberately, for my benefit, drove me wild. My fingers were moving like crazy in my knickers as I held on to Mum’s knee for support. By then I figured she had to know what I was doing — of course, she was supposed to be ignoring me.

I moved my left hand along the inside of her thigh. My heart was beating like crazy as I got closer to her crotch, I wanted so badly to touch her there. My fingers worked away at my clit even faster as my left hand reached the top of her thigh.

Then Mum whispered, “That’s far enough for now, sweetheart.”

I gently stroked the inside of Mum’s thigh, keeping my eyes firmly fixed between her legs. There, a wet patch was clearly visible on the blue material of her underwear. My fingers were sticky with my juices, and I was breathing heavily. Mum must have been able to hear, but I didn’t care — nothing could have stopped me right then.

I gripped Mum’s leg hard, biting down on my lip to keep from making a racket as an orgasm swept over me. I was kneeling, holding onto her leg for support while my back arched and my body shivered and spasmed until I was spent.

I let go of Mum and laid back on the floor with a blissful sigh. I had been looking at her kitty and touching her bare leg when I came. It was almost as if I’d just had sex with my mother. That’s how it felt to me, anyhow. And she knew what I was doing, could probably smell my wet pussy as well as I could. That’s what made it so special — Mum knew what was happening, maybe even encouraged it. It made me feel kind of nervous, but in an exciting way, like when you’re on an aeroplane and it takes off.

“You okay down there?” she asked in a soft, silky tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… you know.”

“Oh, I know, sweetie, I know. Here, come on out.” Her hand was reaching under the table for me under the table.

I was suddenly embarrassed, though not quite sure why. I quickly did my jeans up, wiped my hand on the t-shirt I was wearing, and tried to sweep my hair back into some sort of order. I got out from under the table and Mum smiled warmly, patting her thigh in a familiar way.

I sat in her lap, very aware of how wet my knickers were, and Mum wrapped her arms around me, planting little kisses on the top of my head as I nuzzled her neck. We were silent for the longest time — just cuddling, enjoying the warmth and closeness. I wondered if this was what my cat Pixie feels like when she falls asleep in my lap while I’m stroking her.

“Was that fun?” Mum asked.

“Yeah, that was a big one. I’ve not felt it like that before.”

Mum laughed, “How many have you had? You only found out about orgasms yesterday!”

That made me chuckle. “That was my third.”

“Blimey, you have been busy.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, quite the opposite. If you enjoy it, sweetie, then touch yourself to your heart’s content.”

“I think I will.”

Mum seemed to be thinking, and then she said, “Did you, um, like the view down there?”

That surprised me — I wasn’t expecting her to ask me about that. I was too embarrassed to say anything anyway, so I buried my face in the nape of her neck and nodded.

A few minutes later Mum kissed me on the cheek, then got up to check on dinner. I went for a shower and played with myself again, holding the shower head to my kitty. It was fun; I never came but it felt great.

While I dried myself I had a thought, what did Mum mean when I was touching her thigh and she said ‘That’s far enough… for now?’. My heart raced as it dawned on me. I dropped the towel, hurried to my room, put on clean knickers and a light cotton dress, then ran down to the kitchen.

“It won’t be long… I’ll call you when it’s ready,” Mum was saying to Lilly.

When she saw me, Lilly ran like lightning into the living room in case I beat her to the remote control, and then she’d have to endure what I wanted to put on the telly.

When my little sister was gone, I went up close to Mum, who was stirring the gravy, and quietly said, “Er, Mum? What did you mean when you told me, ‘That’s far enough for now?”

She put the spoon down and turned to me. “I wondered when you’d pick up on that.”

“Pick up on what? What did you mean?” I replied, impatient for an answer.

Mum took my hands in hers and whispered “I love you,” then she kissed me. On the mouth! Like for ages and ages. Okay, it was probably only a few seconds and there were no tongues, but still, it was a proper kiss.

When she pulled away I just stood there like an idiot with a dumb look on my face, feeling lightheaded from the smell of her perfume. Mum just smiled and kissed my forehead, “Was that nice?”

I could barely speak, but managed an, “Uh-huh.”

“Poppy, I want to answer your questions, but not now.” She tilted her head towards where Lilly sat in the living room, then winked at me. “Let’s talk later, okay?”

I kissed her on the cheek, “Okay.”


That week, our Sunday night movie was an especially interesting one. It’s a sort of habit we’ve gotten into since we moved here that each Sunday, we take it in turns to pick a film to watch together. It was Mummy’s choice on that particular evening, and she picked Mean Girls. I’d seen it once before when we first got the DVD, but that was ages ago. Two things had changed since I last saw the film — I’d embraced the fact I was into girls, and I’d discovered masturbation. Admittedly, this all happened in the previous twenty-four hours.

As the film progressed, I got more and more turned on by all the cute girls in the cast. I was rubbing my thighs together, then my hand just slipped between my legs of its own accord. I was in an armchair by myself, Mum was next to me at one end of the sofa with Lilly on the other side of her.

When my wandering hand decided to take up residence on my mound, Mum reached over and dropped a pillow in my lap, then winked at me. I took that as permission to masturbate quietly. Which is what I did. By the time it got to the Christmas scene where the girls are all dancing around, I couldn’t hold it back any longer and I came, biting the pillow so I didn’t make any noise. If Lilly had turned around right then, I don’t know what I’d have told her. But to be fair, right then I didn’t care.

The film finished later than we’d planned, and I played with my kitty all the way through. It was past both mine and Lilly’s bedtimes when it ended. We both said our goodnights to Mum, then went up to our rooms.

I got undressed and put an oversized t-shirt on. No knickers, I never wear them to bed, and Mum and Lilly don’t either. I brushed my teeth and got into bed. I hadn’t even got as far as turning my table lamp off when Mum came in and closed the door behind her.

“All ready for bed?” she asked, kneeling beside me.


“Would you like to talk now?”

“Um, okay.”

“Did you have fun under the table?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. “I sure did.”

“Would you be surprised if I said that I enjoyed it too?”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. Is that okay?”

“Definitely,” I said, which made her giggle.

“I’m going to be honest with you. When I said ‘that’s far enough for now’, I never meant to say ‘for now’. It was a slip of the tongue.”

“Um, so what did you mean, then?”

“I meant that I don’t want to rush you.”

“Rush me how?”

She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Sweetheart, when I was showing you how to masturbate yesterday, did you enjoy looking at me with my clothes off?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, a lot.”

“I enjoyed looking at you too. You’re very sexy.”

“Really?” Okay, that blew my mind. Mum, the most gorgeous woman in the world, thought I was sexy!

She didn’t reply right away, like she wasn’t sure what to say next. Finally, she put a hand on my arm and said in a quiet voice, “Would you do something for me, sweetheart?”

“Of course, anything.” Right then, I’d have walked over hot coals for her.

“When you were under the table, you… looked at me while you masturbated, right?”

I nodded.

“Could I… could I touch myself while I’m looking at you?”

That confused me. “You want to get under the table?”

“No!” she giggled. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, but it isn’t what I meant. I was talking about… here, right now…”

That was when I noticed that Mum had a hand under her skirt and between her legs. I felt a yummy shiver, and my heart started beating really fast. My hot, sexy mother wanted to get herself off while looking at me. How awesome was that?

My hands were shaking a bit as I slowly pulled the covers down so Mum could see me. The t-shirt was short anyway and had already ridden up to expose my kitty.

“Could you take your shirt off, sweetie? If that’s okay with you?”

“Sure,” I said and whipped my top off, growing even more excited.

Mum pulled her knickers down and tucked the hem of her skirt in the waist so it was out of the way. Her knees were spread apart, and she was pushing her middle fingers in and out of her kitty, as deep as she could go. I was mesmerised.

“Spread your legs, baby,” she panted. “Let me have a good look.”

I did as she asked, which felt deliciously naughty. Mum grabbed one of her boobs with her free hand and gave it a squeeze. I didn’t have anything up there to grab onto, so I started playing with my little buds instead, which tickled in a really nice way.

I put a hand between my legs and started masturbating while I watched my Mum fingering herself hard and fast, getting really wild!. I wanted to copy her, but I’d only ever put the tip of my finger inside myself. Mum was doing a lot more, though, and looked like she was really enjoying it.

Deciding that I was going to be bold like she was, I rubbed the opening to my kitty a few times, drawing my knees up higher and wider, then slowly pushed my finger inside my kitty. I only meant to push it in halfway, but it was so soft and warm and felt so good that I went all the way in, far as my finger would go.

“Oh my… gosh!” Mum blurted out. Then she put the other hand between her legs and rubbed her clit while she was fingering herself. That looked like a great idea to me, so leaving my finger buried inside my kitty I reached down and started rubbing my own clit.

That really seemed to excite Mum. “Oh shit, fuck, fuck…”

Her eyes never left my kitty as she started to come. She bucked and jerked around a lot,  just like I do, but I don’t use rude words like she did. Maybe I should, I told myself.

Then my own orgasm took over me, and I couldn’t think about anything else. It happened a lot quicker and was way more powerful than I thought it would be.

I’m not sure what happened after that. After a while, I opened my eyes and Mum was stroking my hair, smiling at me.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“No, sweetie. You were just a bit zoned out after your orgasm. Sort of half-awake and half-dreaming.”

“How long was I like that?”

“About five minutes.”

“Is that all? It seemed like longer.”

“Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

“God, yes!”

Raising my head, I gave Mum a quick kiss. She seemed to like that, so I kissed her again, letting it linger this time. When my head fell back on the pillow she went down with me, our mouths still pressed together, then her tongue gently slipped between my lips.

My head was spinning. Mummy’s kissing me like I’m her girlfriend! I kept telling myself.

I kissed her back the same way. Our tongues met and danced playfully as I made unconscious little murmurs of satisfaction. Or maybe the cute noises were coming from Mummy, I’m not sure.

When we broke off, my lips were tingling.

“You’re a good kisser,” Mum said. Have you done that before?”

“No. I practised on my arm, but that’s it.”

She gave me another deep, sexy kiss, then said, “Time to sleep now, sweetheart.”

I remembered what we’d been discussing earlier. “Wait, Mum. You never said what you meant by not rushing me.”

“When I said I didn’t want to rush you, I meant that we should just take things one step at a time. Best not let our relationship change too much, too soon.” She placed a tiny kiss on my nose, making me giggle. “I thought today was a good first step, didn’t you?”


Mum laughed at my girlish enthusiasm, “I enjoyed it too, sweetie. Now, lights out… you’ve got school in the morning.” As she stood up, she took her knickers the rest of the way off. I got a quick glimpse of Mum’s kitty, and it made me want to look at it some more. Then I thought about what it would be like to touch her there, and that made me feel all hot and squishy inside.

I thought about telling Mum that, but instead, I asked, “What’s the next step, then?”

“I’ve no idea sweetheart, but I think we’ll have fun finding out. Night-night.” She turned out the light, leaving me with a headful of exciting thoughts.


On to Chapter 3!


23 Comments on Sweet Poppy, Chapter 2

  1. mollymom says:

    oh i love where this is going 🙂

  2. Rosey says:

    Aw, what a great mother! I love the idea of such a sweet young girl doing naughty things under the table. So cute! I’m looking forward to the next chapter!

    • Joe Dornish says:

      She really is a good mother. I love the mix of dynamic between caring/nurturing and sexual desire. Watch this space!

      • Keiko says:

        That is EXACTLY what makes this story (and any story) so arousing for me… the dynamic between caring/nurturing and sexual desire. Thank you for sharing this chapter!! xxx

  3. sue says:

    Like a sex dream. So hot and loving.

    Kim & Sue

    • Joe Dornish says:

      haha, that’s a great way to put it! When I was writing this the characters became all encompassing and for a while a big part of my life, so I did literally dream about them!

  4. Jay Denton says:

    Loved this so much. Thanx ?

  5. David says:

    Very hot chapter Joe, loved the under the table seem and Poppy looking up her mom’s skirt and the light touching, it reminded me of when I would sneak peek up my sister’s and mom’s skirts. Then when mom joined her in bed and kissed passionately and masturbated while watching each other, it was a perfect ending. Looking forward to the possible directions to where this will go!

    • Joe Dornish says:

      Hi David

      Thanks for the lovely comment. Yeah, the inspiration for the under the table scene was partly based in reality as I used do a lot of hiding under the table when I was young kid too! There’s going to be a few twists and turns so stay tuned!

  6. Blackthorn says:

    I don’t often comment because most of my comments tend to end up being what others also say, so I don’t, knowing someone else will, but I have to just say that, so far, this is so perfectly balanced, so well paced, and just so well done. It’s great, and I know it can only go up with her and her mother’s bond. I’d like to see more of the inner turmoil of the mom and daughter, just them knowing they’re mother and daughter and shouldn’t want to do this but can’t help how they feel, and exploring that a little is something I always like in my own stories I (try) to write.

    • Joe Dornish says:

      Hi Blackthorn

      Thank yo so much for taking the time to comment, it’s really appreciated. I’m so glad you are enjoying it. I to like exploring the inner turmoil in some stories, in others it’s lighter and more sexually happy centric. As to which this is? You’ll have to wait and see!

  7. Euphrosyne, Thalia & Aglaia says:

    Hey Joe!

    wow!..that was some awesome “first step”! Poppy and her Mum are so beautiful as they tantalizingly take things slow, each achieving milestones in their sweet explorations of a special blossoming relationship that goes way beyond the regular Mother/Daughter dynamic…
    I agree with everyone commenting so far, especially with Sue,( of Kim and Sue )in that, this chapter seemingly reads like a wet dream, with caring and loving overtones and intense all out pleasures,of each for the other.
    Keep things percolating like this, Joe!


  8. Rose says:

    Hi Joe,
    That second chapter was so worth waiting for, I used to play the under the table game looking up mums dress hoping to get a glimpse of her panties. The game never went any further than that but if it had of done I wished it would have been like the relationship Poppy had with her Mum.
    Thanks Joe that was another pantie wetting chapter, Looking forward to Chapter three.

    • Joe Dornish says:

      Hi Rose

      I’m so glad you enjoyed it! Another one who played the under the table game! YAY!!!

      Chapter 3 coming soon!

  9. Collie says:

    Excellent! Can’t wait for the next chapter.

  10. Joe Dornish says:

    I’m loving all the wonderful comments, thank you everyone. As Jetboy says, we don’t get paid for this, we do it for the love of writing. So to hear your feedback is like mana from heaven and inspires us to write more.

    Sweet Poppy is fully written, it’s just a case of the major task of editing and adjusting but I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear the story will continue to completion.

    I’m sure I’m not giving any spoilers away when I say this is just the start, things heat up and the pace quickens as Poppy grows in confidence!

    All the Best


  11. Steve W says:

    Man you have this story dialed in please don’t stop this story and please write more stories like this one mother daughter stories are hot as hell
    Thank you

  12. kinkys_sis says:

    You’re almost leading me through my dream world.

    Unfortunately, it ain’t ever gonna happen. My mum, so catholic, so … well, let’s just say it’s impossible.

    Love the story.

  13. Amanda says:

    OMG i just found this story and I’m hooked. I absolutely love it Thank you I can’t wait to dive into the next chapter but want to make a comment.

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